Bomb creator

This song gave me shivers.
Sometimes we're missing the point.
And I'm wondering if things aren't actually more simple than we make them seem. Praying. Shutting up. Smiling instead of cursing. Giving space instead of demanding.
I'm starting to see things different. Separate what will matter in 5-10 years and what won't.
Invest in people, because they will enrich your spirit also.
We're all so kamikaze, so masochists. We like to suffer, to feel bad, to be treated wrong. We like to push and receive nothing. We like to put ourselves in situations we know we'll end up suffering. Oh, the pleasure of pain.
People that call us for no reason are boring. People that smile to us are not worth fighting for. Seriously? :) (I miss Grey)

This bomb creator chick is saying something about "Visions I can't forget from the world we create". We're so caught up in our own little "telenovelas" and dramas and happy endings, that the purpose of everyday and of life itself seems far from being understood. Last night, walking on the street, I was complaining about being cold. And I saw - or more exactly was scared by a poor man, a homeless, in a corner of a street, sitting on the cold cement. I am sure he was cold also. The difference between us? I got home. In my bed. Warm. He I suppose is still there. And I am absolutely sure that our views about "big life problems" are very different.

If our purpose isn't to save others than what is?
If our purpose isn't to bring happiness, than what is?
What is out there more important? What can we do today that will actually matter in 5, 10, 50 years?

Stop the self exploitation and start giving a helping hand.